Freshman Fifteen Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Freshman Fifteen Ch. 01

... muscular she could get, to both of their dismay; Mike still thought she was hotter than ever, though, and their sex life was as intense and regular as it had always been. Shit, there was rarely a time that Andreadidn't make Mike horny, especially when she competed with themen at the campus gym, challenging them to competitions of strength, ones that she almost alwayswon.

But that didn't make her lack of progress, nor her frustration, any easier to deal with. Mike thought it was amazing that she'd managed to put on even as much weight that waspure muscle as she had, but the number on the scale hadn't changed for the past several weigh-ins, and Andrea was gettingpissed; Mike did everything to relieve her anger he could think of like doing her laundry, laying out of her clothes for her everyday, and making sure she had protein-shakes and meals prepared before she even asked for them. Anything he could do he did, and Andrea never let out her well of negative emotions onhim - except maybe during sex!

And it was his desire to both make Andrea happy and see her succeed that led him to one of the University's science labs.

His hands clutched a flyer he had spotted tacked onto a bulletin-board the day before, one looking for female volunteers for the department's on-going research. The advertisement had been somewhat scarce with the details, but it vaguely mentioned hormones, muscles, and the fact that this would be apaid study; Mike wasn't sure what it would all entail, but ...

... he thought maybe that if he checked out it for Dre, he might find something that could aid her in conquering the current challenge he'd set out for her -if she was interested in it.

Walking into the building, Mike glanced down the hallways, students and faculty milling about, hurrying to classes and meetings and the like. Choosing a random direction, the blonde-haired young man trudged past door after door, his eyes darting from the flyer to the room numbers, picking different paths based off of how they two corresponded; not scientifically inclined himself, Mike had never actually visited this part of the campus before. Eventually, and perhaps out of sheerluck, he located the room the sheet of wrinkled paper had directed him to.

Lifting a hand, Mike knocked on the door, unsure if he was supposed to just go in on his own.

"One second!" A deep voice called, the sounds of chairs screeched across linoleum breaching the door which opened only a few seconds later, "Hello, how can I help you, young man?"

The person looking down and addressing Mike was an older gentleman - probably a professor - wearing a white lab coat.

"Um, hello," Mike stuttered, suddenly wishing that he had Andrea with him so thatshe could do all the talking, "I was wondering if this is where the study was being held?"

He held up the flyer.

"Yes it is, but-"

The professor scratched at his bushy gray mustache, pausing.

" - I'm sorry, what is your name, young man?"

"Oh! Sorry, my name ...